I have learned a lot reading The Ode Less Travelled. I have learned that I never really understood slant rhyme. I have learned that I never really undderstood feminine endings, or how to scan poetry. Perhaps the one thing I liked learning is that my attitude to syllables may not be much in the way of English poetry, but it is pretty well in line ( Read more... )

Today, I wrote some fiction. Granted, it was only a paragraph, but a paragraph more than I have written in about a decade or so. Perhaps I've found a little inspiration.

Apparently, I have written any poetry in more than two months, excepting poetic exercises in a book I'm reading. But it's another night I can't sleep. I reworked someone else's translation of a haiku by Issa into an English-format haiku:

I call to the wren
Looking here and looking there --
"Did you drop something?"Then I channeled my inner ( Read more... )

This week I finally submitted something to a magazine, for the first time since SoB closed.

The available English version of Pierre Louys's Chansons de Bilitis is in prose. I retranslated song four into verse. The Songs of Biltis calls it "Bare Feet," which is not an incorrect translation of "Les Pieds Nus". Consider this a draft.

Naked Feet ( Read more... )

Cleaning my apartment I found this prayer I wrote when the divorce led me to interact with lawyers. Needless to say, it is a draft.

S Yves, when you lived among us ( Read more... )

Even though I hate you
You've never stopped being beautiful
As on our wedding day

And even though I hate you
You define my orbit
Through what we made together

And even though I hate you
I'm shocked to know I love you
As when I first said the words

And even though I hate you
all my poems are about you

You know what I've been thinking about? My library. What's going to happen to it. It is basically my one asset, and it is a unique one. I have a lot of books, a lot of them good, a few of them valuable. I always had the fantasy people would use it, maybe some kid would find the one book that made a difference there. But I don't have friends ( Read more... )

This is still a draft. Just want to put my notes in proper order ( Read more... )

Pursuit dreams lately. Night before last was a very confusing dream where I started out beginning work with a nonprofit with a girl with whom I went to high school and progressing to infiltration of some massive corporate headquarters -- my dream-skyscraper location -- and all night pursuit. Last night was weird, though. I was at a place which I ( Read more... )